as I look into her green eyes of unsettlement

as I look into her green eyes of unsettlement

I see no direction

no practices

no traditions held within

nor

beneath the surface of her lush skin

 

what I do see

well that is irrelevant

it's an illusion

a deception tricking my troops

a trick on top of a trick

 

what i want to see

a flower

any type will do

any color will suit

the blossom

the blossom inside is what matters most

it ought to be intrinsically true

ought to be intrinsically true